Dark Glasses

Sweet maiden, why disguiseThe beauty of your eyes With glasses black?Although I'm well awareThat you are more than fair, Allure you lack.For as I stare at youI ask if brown or blue Your optics are?But though I cannot see,I'm sure that each must be Bright as a star.

That may be green or grey,'Tis very hard to say, Or violet;The lovelight in their glowAlas, I'll never know, To my regret.In some rhyme-book I've read,A lady bard has said, And deemed it true,Men will not bite the necksOf sweeties who wear specs,-- Young man, would you?

But though they balk romance,Columbus took a chance, And so would I;Even with orbs unseenI'd fain make you my queen And you en-sky.Alas I see you go,And I will never know Your pupils tint;So o'er a lonely drinkI force myself to think: Damsel, you squint!